a pink plastic barrette
and two red rubber bands
woven by the hand of a child:
it would not matter
if the train never came.
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- tracing a pencil over nylon
- right before act one
- why the charlatan prospers
- mistakes were made
- Mulligan's wake
- when Arachne's sunset held no purple
- Jawahira bathes
- scorn the wallpaper hero
- the cuisine of simian youth
- the world is flat
- a body bag of mirth
- sometimes the hood bleeds truth
- giving up on the Pantheon
- lines on Beckett
- scatter the mounded stones
- sometimes the convent beckons
- a dream of Eurydice
- the talisman
- Engels turns slowly, no grave is safe
- a mapmaker's dream
- redemption in the privy chapel
- portrait of a cool cat on mars
- her hairdresser handles vipers
- when the cherry smoke was lifted
- the unpoetic, urbanely
- An empty envelope from Hera
- the tarot of string theory
- under the banyan tree
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